Beck groaned and shakily lifted himself half from the floor with his hands. His eyelids flickered, revealing hard, brown eyes. The first thing he noticed was how cold the floor was beneath the bare skin of his palms. The second, how dark is was...wherever he was. He pulled himself up groggily into a sitting position, legs stretched out in front of him, and looked up at the metal wall he was facing. Runnning his hands through dark brown hair, he tried yet failed to stand. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
"What the...?" he muttered, having no recolection of where he was, how he had got there or why he was there. His brain was taking twice as long to gather up his thoughts. He vaguely heard a commotion coming from behind him, but dismissed it as it sounded faint, as if miles away and behind a layer of glass. He ckecked himself, patting at his leather jacket to check it hadn't been marked. The thin chains dangling from his arms jiggled as he moved.
He looked down, checking his trousers too were intact. Well, at least no more ripped than they were before. He ran his hands along the black material, then looped his fingers into the chain he wore as a belt. All seemed fine, though he couldn't be certain as he still felt like he had just been woken from a deep sleep. He groaned again and raised his right hand suddenly, the movement easier the more time he was awake. He sighed in relief as he felt the bar that pierced his right eyebrow, but the relief was soon gone. Looking further, to his feet that were almost touching the solid wall in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at the bare skin of both feet.
The sounds were getting clearer and his mind was able to work faster. The left side of his head throbbed, as if he had been whacked around the face. Maybe he'd been kidnapped by criminals, he thought, heart speeding up. He turned, only to see a wall made of strong metalic bars in front of him. There appeared to be a few people outside this...cage, and when he looked closer there were yet more people on the other side of the room, hidden seperately behind bars. He turned his face to thsoe able to walk outside and yelled, "Who the HELL stole my shoes?"